Two souls adrift,
each carrying a lantern through the dark,
yet their roads bend in opposite directions,
never touching,
never entwining.
How are they to meet,
when fate draws lines like rivers,
flowing apart,
each current stubborn in its course?
Perhaps they pass—
close enough to feel the echo of each other,
yet blind to the glow just beyond the trees.
Some paths cross once and vanish,
some never touch at all.
But still the heart insists,
still it whispers:
somewhere,
there must be a bridge unseen.